After dinner in the evening, everyone who had been struggling for a day had rested early, but Mi Huang, who was lying on the bed, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Everything in front of her was everything in the eastern suburbs. Even all of this included the figure that touched her memory. The faint sound of flute came through the window, carrying a kind of peace and loneliness in the summer night, slowly sounded through the layers of bed curtains, and the songs and tunes touched Mi Huang's heartstrings, and the memories that were sealed in the deep heart could not help but break out with the low and echoing tune.

Siqin was guarding the tent, and saw Mi Huang put on a coat and lifting the curtain to walk out, putting down the needlework in her hand, and getting up and asking, "Grandma, what's wrong? But there are too many mosquitoes in the mountains here, so I can't sleep well?"

Mi Huang shook her head, "The house is a little boring, but it's still a little early, I want to go for a walk in the yard."

"Do you want me to follow me?" Siqin asked.

"It's okay, I won't go out, so I'll walk around the yard, get some breath and tidy up my thoughts."

Mi Huang gently pushed open the door and did not alarm anyone anymore. She walked out alone. The yard they lived in was not big, simple, with only one stone table and four round chairs. Then, some unknown flowers were two or two, exuding a pleasant and intoxicating fragrance. The wall of the courtyard was not high. You can see whirling purple bamboos planted outside the courtyard wall, straight towards the sky. On a cool summer night, the tune was gently rustling with the wind, swaying in a graceful posture.

Through the hollow courtyard gate, she stood under the eaves and could see a man standing against purple bamboo in the main courtyard, with a green shirt and upright figure, but the silhouette had a bit of loneliness. The silver moonlight leaked through the bamboo leaves and sprinkled a mottled frost white on his body. His handsome face was hidden in the darkness, invisible, but there was an unspeakable smell.

At this moment, the man under the purple bamboo tree in the distance was no longer the new head of the Cheng family who turned his hand around and turned his hand around, or even the opponent who made Ruo Ao Ziyan deeply afraid of it. He saw his light robe, his temperament was sparse, and his unique handsomeness was blowing a tube of jade and a tune that he had never heard before.

And at this moment, it seemed that there was not only a hollow door far away, but it seemed that there was a farther distance between her and him through the music.

It was as if she was standing at one end of time, and he was standing at the other end of time.

They are like two parallel lines, and they should never intersect, but at this moment, they stand together on this brand new land in the eastern suburbs. What is she for her selfishness?

Mi Huang didn't interrupt him, but just put his clothes on his clothes and quietly hugged his arms and leaned against the door and listened with his ears.

I don’t know how many times I have played this song, so long that they seem to have forgotten each other’s time. One stood on one side of the courtyard wall, the other side of the courtyard wall, and Pan Chong in the other yard stood in front of the window and wrote the word “heart” and sighed, “The tune is very sad… I miss you very much…”

"It seems that Lord Righteous is remembering the dead Cheng Lao again."

Anu listened quietly and said while pondering ink for the old man.

“Yes…”

Pan Chong left the last point of the word "heart" and pointed it at the beginning.

At this moment, a knock on the door rang out anxiously from outside the main courtyard, interrupting the faint tune that was wandering like a cloud.

Cheng Jia put down the flute in his hand and opened the door bolt. Su Cong rushed in and shouted to him, "Sir, the children who followed us secretly sneaked into the eastern suburbs during the day and were caught by our people!"

"Since they want to stay, stay!"

Cheng Jia pondered slightly.

"It would be fine if it was just a few children, but now many refugees have been mingled with them and they can't get out." Su Cong said embarrassedly, so he came to Cheng Jia in the middle of the night, "Do you have to take other refugees in there?"

If they only took in these children and did not take in other refugees, these refugees would definitely not be able to rely on them and even cause trouble in the middle of the night.

While talking, the refugees kneeling in the distance and begging to join were really starting to cause trouble.

"Why, you just let these children stay and not let our children stay?"

"That's right, everyone is refugee!"

A burst of noisy noise came, and Cheng Jia put Zi Xiao on the stone table in the yard and rushed out with the people.

"Let's go and have a look!"

When Mi Huang heard their conversation, she quickly pushed open the door of the small yard and ran out, calling softly, "Cheng Jia!"

Cheng Jia turned around and didn't know how she ran out. She frowned and looked at her with only one coat and cloak and said, "Something small has happened, don't worry, I'll go back."

"Um."

Mi Huang also knew that things might have subsided when she changed her clothes. She looked at him deeply and said, "When you come back, I have something to say to you."

Cheng Jia was stunned in place, wondering why she suddenly looked solemn and focused, "Okay." Then he followed Su Cong out to deal with the refugees who were causing trouble. Soon, Cheng Jia agreed to let some women, children and children come in, but at the same time asked the rest of the men to stay outside the eastern suburbs and reclaim the open space east of the eastern suburbs by themselves, so that he would agree to accept them.

Most of the refugees immediately felt grateful, but some people were reluctant. However, Cheng Jia said, "If you want your wife and children to suffer with you in the eastern suburbs, you can not accept the arrangements of our officials. Four thousand Phoenix Yuwei Guards outside are waiting for you! All of them are driven out!"

Cheng Jia moved out the Huang Yuwei, and all the refugees immediately became quiet. No one disagreed. Even if they disagreed, they were pulled away by other refugees.

On the way back, Su Cong was puzzled by his arrangements, "Sir, why don't you just take all these people in, but leave the main laborers outside and let them fend for themselves."

"Because I want to see if they are really refugees."

Cheng Jia frowned and replied. His eyes were drawn to the troubled refugees just now, but he could clearly see a few in charge hidden in the crowd who were instigating these refugees to cause trouble behind their backs and teach them what to say and what to do.

"Are there anyone pretending to be refugees? What's the benefit of them?" Su Cong said in surprise.

"The word "profit" is hard to say," Cheng Jia replied.

He had been covering the East Suburbs for half a year, but it was impossible for him to have no news for such a long time. Especially after the flood, the villages near the East Suburbs were almost destroyed, and only they were intact. Seeing that the harvest was about to be good in August, how could some people not be curious?

Mi Huang went back and changed into summer clothes, walked to the stone table in the main courtyard to sit down, looked at the crystal purple flute on the table, and finally couldn't help picking it up after a long time, touched the flute made by Zizhu, and blew it on her lips as if Cheng Jia was like.

They naturally learned musical instruments like Xiao in the study room, and they had followed musicians.

So after a few sobs and sounds, Mi Huang gradually recalled the tune played by Cheng Jia, and blew up and down. A music she had never heard before came from the purple flute in her hand. The lingering sound turned around in her ears and became her heart.

Mi Huang blew it two or three times, and gradually became proficient. When she looked up, she saw Cheng Jia standing outside the yard and watching her. She suddenly couldn't say what she had thought about for a long time.

Sometimes there is a real confusion between them.

He used to be all her hopes for rebirth for life, but they once hated each other, were hostile and guarded against each other, but under such circumstances, they cooperated again and again, and until now she felt that his meaning to her was different.

It's not just a simple "alliance", but also the support she wants to win.

But she suddenly didn't want to see him become the "sword" in her hand.

When the words came to your mouth, they finally turned into a sentence, "What's the name of this song?"

"reserved."

Li Jian covered Faye Wong's "Reserved".

I've never resisted your charm

Even though you've never been fascinated by me

I always look at you with a smile

My affection is always easy to see

I once thought about being in a lonely night

You finally care about being in my room

You closed your eyes and kissed me

Without saying a word, hug me tightly in your arms

I love you

I love you to the end

For the first time in my life, I let go of my reserve

Let yourself fantasize about everything about me and you

You love me

You love me to the end

For the first time in my life, I let go of my reserve

Believe that you can really love you deeply

Love you deeply

Cheng Jia's reserved eyes fell on Zixiao who was putting the woman back on the table and replied reservedly.

"Reserved? I never seemed to have heard such a poem in the Book of Songs." Under the night, the woman frowned and thought.

Cheng Jia didn't answer her, nor could she answer, but just asked, "Didn't you have something to tell me?"

Mi Huang thought for a while and looked at him and said, "Can you start teaching me everything about the 'East Suburb' tomorrow? I want to know what the East Suburb is like that Su Cong said."

"Then you have to live here for a long time first. Are you ready? Maybe rumors like today will become more and more powerful. We often go in and out together. Maybe Ao Ziyan will even be unhappy when he hears it..." Cheng Jia frowned and looked at Mi Huang, looking at her slowly and said, "You are ready for all these things and can start tomorrow."

Mi Huang didn't expect Cheng Jia to answer so unreservedly. Without thinking, he nodded and thanked, "I can do it anytime."

Cheng Jia shook her head and stopped replying. He picked up the purple flute she blew on the table, and then sent her back to the yard first, "Okay, let's take a break early, see you at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning." Then he turned back to his yard.

Mi Huang kept watching him sending himself back and leaving, and his heart strangely cut a small hole.

There was a slight cleavage pain.

But she didn't dare to let herself think deeply anymore. After entering the house, she immediately changed her clothes and rested the lamp with the help of Siqin. Siqin blew out the candlelight in the house and exited the room with the last ray of light in the house. However, the candlelight in the main courtyard did not gradually drip until dawn.
Chapter completed!